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[center][h1][color=7EA6D7]Willow Estelle Kinsley[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=7EA6D7]Location:[/color][/b] Rowan’s House - Denver, CO
[b][color=7EA6D7]Currently:[/color][/b]
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Willow gives a small pout when Rowan laughs at her, even if it was soft. As he talks about her omega confusing him for a mate, she blushes and looks down for a moment, trying not to say the first thing that came to mind. [i]What would be wrong with that?[/i] She closes her eyes at his prompting and tries to follow his instruction, her nose and brow crinkling in concentration before she hears a whisper tickle her brain. 

[center][color=7EA6D7][i]Fluffy… Soft…[/i][/color][/center]

An image comes to mind of soft plushies, fuzzy pillows, and lots of blankets stacked together almost in the shape of an igloo. The pillows and plushies create a circular wall while the blankets provide a ‘ceiling’ to the nest.


[center][color=7EA6D7][i]Soft… Fluffy…[/i][/color][/center]

Willow peeks her eyes open as her nose wiggles, looking around at what’s available. [color=7EA6D7]“Do you have any stuffed animals?”[/color] She asks in a soft tone. She’s sure the voice and the image were what Rowan was trying to have her connect to. [color=7EA6D7]“The fluffier and softer, the better.”[/color] She peers out of her misshapen pillow fort to look at Rowan with wide, pleading eyes as her omega hums in delight at the idea.